Midnight Musing

  When the morning bird stops by my door In the rumpled sheets on my bed, In the cactus by my window sill, In the summer breeze I'll see you again. When I walk down the alleyway- Where the road takes a gentle turn In the gust of wind through my hair, I'll see you in the pouring rain. I'll see you in the setting Sun, Seeping through my curtain blinds. In the folds of notebooks frail and old, In the wilted flower I'll see you again. In the end, when I close my eyes As the world around me goes to sleep, On the other end of the dazzling light, I hope that I'll see you again. - Srijani

  “Talk Let’s have conversations in the dark World is sleeping, I’m awake with you…” The mattress shifts slightly as you come and sit on one corner of the bed. I look at you across the dimly lit room; isn’t it alluring, how your eyes twinkle as you talk about your day? Or, how you double up with laughter, every time I share little embarrassing moments from my childhood! And how your face breaks into the most disarming smile when you snuggle up close to me, whispering sweet nothings… Have I ever told you, that I’m happiest when I’m lost in that smile? When you look deep into my soul, tenderly, making me want to peel off the layers of numbness, while your warmth draws beautiful patterns against my bare skin. And at that moment, the world seems to fade into oblivion; just you and me, and music filling the silence between us. You say it’s getting late, should I not get some sleep? Truth is, I don’t want to. For if I close my eyes now, you’ll be gone; and when I wake up, what if I can’t...

I t was a windy morning in the month of August, and like every other weekend, I was sitting in my balcony reading the Sunday Times. Taking a sip from my morning tea I looked outside, when suddenly a damp gust of wind blew past me and flipped the pages of my newspaper, and those of my memories. It had started to rain. While people inside houses hurriedly shut the windows, pedestrians ran in search of a shelter. The morning sky rumbled and had turned a dark shade of grey. Patches of rainwater had already welled up in the uneven lane.  The streets were rapidly getting deserted, when out of nowhere a little slum-boy, despite the howling winds and heavy rain came running with his paper boat, like a speck of joy in a dull rainy day. As he sat down to sail his boat, in him I saw a little girl, who used to run out of her house after a heavy shower, and watch her boat sail through pools and puddles. Sweet old days of childhood! With a smile on his face and a twig in his hand, the little bo...

I’m lost somewhere Between phases and dimensions- Searching for something that ceases to be, While neglecting what the future awaits. Holding on to the one that’s faded into oblivion, While letting go of everything that binds me to the ground. Living in illusions, while reality knocks down the door, Between me and the world that raises its claws- To tear down another soul that fails to fight back. I’m hiding somewhere, Behind the veil of hope: A vain curtain to the dangers that tomorrow has in stock. And when the winds of time storm past me, I’d know, That the end is near.

When you’re in dire straits, and are helplessly searching in the crowd for a shoulder to cry on, stop. Don’t. Don’t let your tears run down his shoulder; don’t let your pain out in his arms. Don’t let him wash away heaps of your disappointment in an instant. Let it haunt you. Don’t let the scars of your mind heal so quick- let it keep burning to remind you all the time how you lost… Don’t let the storm of agony die out. Let the pain of losing to life drive away your sleep and peace of mind today. So that when it happens again tomorrow, you don’t let it hurt you again, ever. Let your failures of today push you to fight back and succeed tomorrow. And when it all ends, don’t tell them what you had to face; Show them how you faced it, and won.

She sat down on the bench near the huge iron gate of the park. Miscellaneous sounds of vehicles hummed through the busy city roads, while the setting Sun kissed the sky into a vibrant shade of vermilion.  She was waiting, anxious, curious… her mind filled with different kinds of thoughts- insecurity, anxiety, longing and worries. She had been promised, that she would be met there, right at 6 pm. She had been waiting there since the mentioned time, for half an hour now. Her mind kept drifting away, but she tried to remain focused, so that she doesn’t miss the arrival of her guest. Birds were returning to their nests, and making an uncertain (and partly unwanted) chaos over that. The winds kept sweeping off the dust and dry leaves scattered on the park pathway. The huge canopies of the trees, which gave a pleasant shade in the morning, were casting a mysterious darkness over the benches against the neon lights. Every object around her seemed to “go-with-the-flow”, except her. Her hea...